For Jehovah is at thy side, And He hath kept thy foot from capture.
Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.
For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.
In the fear of Jehovah `is' strong confidence, And to His sons there is a refuge.
The feet of His saints He keepeth, And the wicked in darkness are silent, For not by power doth man become mighty.